“The careful master parts flesh as the heron parts the reeds,

the passing memory fading in the breeze,

she plucks her chosen prize with ease.


The accomplished adept lays the bait,

spearing unsuspecting prey,

which of dolorous stroke perish.

Waste not, want not. A practical approach.


The the arrogant student seek opportunity permitting,

plunging wave meets the broken coast,

smashes all ten fingers,

against the crimson wall of meat.”

-The Crimson Heron Plunging Dagger Fist, Sheol Southern Cross school of killing arts.